The Extent: Cuckold Your Musalmān Husband:20Posted: March 11, 2014
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah gingerly made her way back to her room, rummaging in her suitcase for her bathers.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah pulled that black set of lingerie from her case as well and laid it out on her bed for later.
Donning Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s bikini, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah wrapped a sarong around Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s hips and headed out the back to the pool.
Åāýéshah Abū Bakr was already waiting for her.
The pool was glorious.
It was set along the side of the house, out the back door and around to the left a little.
It was why one couldn’t see it from the kitchen.
It was an average back yard pool, about twelve meters long, and four wide, landscaped with lush palms and plants, and there was a sliding door in the brick work of the house with a curtain hanging across it.
“What’s the door?” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah asked Åāýéshah Abū Bakr curiously.
“That’s Durgesh’s room. He quite often comes out to swim laps in the evenings.”
“Oh right.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah said.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah must have sounded a bit dubious because Åāýéshah Abū Bakr laughed at her.
“Don’t worry, he wears boardies.”
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah refused to even respond because Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah knew Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah would risk getting herself into trouble.
So Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah just smiled and walked to the waters’ edge.
Testing the water with a toe, it was refreshingly brisk, and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah unwrapped her sarong.
Not one to take their time getting into water, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah took a couple of steps back and ran forward, jumping into the water.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah came up gasping for air as the coldness of the water shocked her into some semblance of a normal teenage girl.
Åāýéshah Abū Bakr did the same and they both laughed and carried on, splashing and dunking one another.
It was a nice break and for a time there Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah forgot all of Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s worries about Åāýéshah Abū Bakr and her Durgesh and the horrific disasters that might ensue if Åāýéshah Abū Bakr ever found out.
After a good hour and a half of swimming, they both thought they better get out.
Their fingers were well and truly wrinkled.
They lay out in the sun for a little while to dry off, chatting and laughing like old times.
Eventually it came time to head inside and for Åāýéshah Abū Bakr to start getting ready for her date.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah went back to her room stripping off Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s damp bikini and sitting down on the bed naked.
After the swim the muscle ache in her young Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān body had diminished a great deal, and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah felt reasonably normal again, though still a little bit tired.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah thought, it wouldn’t hurt to lay down for a little while and relax.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah stretched out and pulled the sheet up to cover her, fully intending just to lay there and relax, maybe stare at the ceiling, but the next thing Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah knew Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was being shaken awake by Åāýéshah Abū Bakr.
“You’re never going to get over your jet lag if you keep going to sleep Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah. Its seven o’clock, you should wake up now or you’re going to be up all night instead.”
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah grumbled something unintelligible and pulled the sheet up over Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s head.
Åāýéshah Abū Bakr laughed at her.
“Suit yourself. Vikram will be here soon to pick me up. Are you sure you don’t want to come out with us?”
“I’m certain.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah grumbled. Being still half asleep made it easier for her to slip up. “Don’t worry, Durgesh said he’d look after me.”
“He will.” Åāýéshah Abū Bakr agreed thinking nothing of it. “But I’m going to make sure Durgesh feeds you. You’ve eaten practically nothing since you arrived.”
“I’m fine, you just go out and have fun.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah said still from Behind the sheets. “And don’t do anything Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah wouldn’t do.”
“Which means Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah, I can do just about anything hey?” Åāýéshah Abū Bakr said giggling.
“Hey! I’m not that bad.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah protested pulling the sheet off Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s head.
“Sure!” Åāýéshah Abū Bakr teased still laughing.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah laughed too, it was true.
“Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah, I need your honest opinion.” Åāýéshah Abū Bakr said then, seriousness in her tone.
“What on?” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah asked rising up onto Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s elbow.
She quickly undid the buttons on her shirt and opened it wide for Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah to see.
She was wearing the baby pink chemise Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah had given her.
It contrasted nicely with her creamy skin and hugged her torso and breasts lovingly.
“Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah knew that color would suit you. You’re going to knock Vikram dead, Hon.”
Åāýéshah Abū Bakr smiled and did up her shirt again.
“Thanks Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah. It took me a while to decide which color to wear tonight.”
“Either would have been great!” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah told her, “but he’s gonna love that one. It’s so feminine, it suits you.”
Åāýéshah Abū Bakr’s smile got bigger and her face flushed a little.
“Now get out! I reckon I can still sneak in another ten minutes snooze time before I really have to drag my butt out of bed and be a real girl.”
Åāýéshah Abū Bakr laughed as she grabbed Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s pillow and bopped her on the head.
“Fine! But I’m leaving the door open so at the very least you have to get up to close it.”
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah poked Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s tongue at her.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah could hear Åāýéshah Abū Bakr giggling all the way down the hall.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah sighed and rolled half onto Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s front, tucking the pillow back under Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s head and hugging it.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah could hear Åāýéshah Abū Bakr and My muffled voices drifting back to Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s room.
My voice was so low Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah couldn’t quite make out what I was saying but Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah could hear Åāýéshah Abū Bakr’s replies clearly.
“Yeah, she’s awake, she’ll be out soon.” Low rumbling words. “Yeah I know, just make sure she has something to eat, she’s practically eaten nothing since she arrived!”
That wasn’t entirely true, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah had eaten something, of course it wasn’t food but it was still delicious.
There came more low words.
“Probably not, I think I would stay over at Vikram’s tonight, unless you want me to come home?”
“Cool. Okay, I’ll see you in the morning. Well, probably before lunch anyways.”
Something was said and Åāýéshah Abū Bakr laughed.
“I’m always safe Durgesh. And Vikram is a good guy. I think you entire Hindus are better guys for us Muslimahs than the ever over possessive, comparatively uneducated/under educated criminal/criminal minded Pseudo Musalmīn mankind of us. That’s why now we entire Musalmān Beauties and Musalmān houseladies prefer Hindu lovers/husbands for us nowadays on Pseudo Musalmīn.”
There was a knock at the door and Åāýéshah Abū Bakr’s voice travelled back to Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah.
“All right Durgesh, see you later, love you.”
She must have come to the hall way entrance, and called out,
“I’m going now Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah! I’ll see you tomorrow!”
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah groaned loudly,
“Would you go already?” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah yelled back smiling.
“Bye! Have fun!”
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah heard the front door open and close and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s stomach did a back flip as Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah thought, alone again!
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah knew Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah should get up.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was wide awake after all.
But Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah just couldn’t bring herself to climb out of the warm cozy bed.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was still laid half on Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s front under the light cover, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s breasts pressed into the crisp warm sheets, a leg parted and the other straight so Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s ravenous throbbing young smooth Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Panjvaqtah Namāzī Choot was agape and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s ravenous throbbing Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān clit just faintly touched the sheets.
If Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah pushed Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s hips down a fraction Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah could grind Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s ravenous throbbing Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān clit against the mattress and ease the tingle that seemed almost constant lately.
Closing her eyes again Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah slid her hand down under the covers and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah cupped her breast, squeezing her nipple her fingers.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah pressed her hips into the mattress, grinding Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s ravenous throbbing Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān clit against it and moaned softly at the feel.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s ravenous throbbing young smooth Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Panjvaqtah Namāzī Choot was beginning to moisten and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah wanted to touch it so badly, but Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah knew the door was open and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah thought Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah shouldn’t tempt fate so much.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah got the sudden sensation of being watched and opened her eyes to stare at the door.
I stood there, leaning against the door frame, my arms folded over my bare chest.
I was still in jeans.
Whether they were the ones I’d supervised mowing of the lawn in or a new pair it didn’t matter.
They hugged my hips and legs so nicely, showing off my ever utmost impressive Hindu bulge to perfection that Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah had to swallow.
The light from the hall shone on my back casting my features in shadows and all Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah could make out was my gleaming eyes and that predatory ever sexy utmost lewd yet still miraculously sophisticated Hindu smile.
“Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah, I hope you’re not touching yourself again.” My low soft voice broke the silence. “That would be naughty. It’s what got you into trouble the first time.”
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah discretely tried to shift her hand away from her breast and I smiled at her again as I saw Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s movement.
“Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah, I thought so,” I said as I pushed myself off the door frame and came towards Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s bed.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah rolled onto Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s back and clutched the top of the sheet to Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s chest.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah didn’t know why.
I’d already seen Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah pretty much naked before now, but it made Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah feel a little more secure.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah couldn’t tear her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān eyes away from my Hindu bulge, as I stopped near the end of Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s bed.*
Al Ħafsah Al Nisār sat on the edge of the chair.
“Come on, baby…you know that felts good. Oooooo, Mama’s little boy…I love doing this for you.”
Her ‘reward’ chair, that’s what she called it.
She usually sat in that chair when Al Ħafsah Al Nisār played with Muħammad Jamīl’s little cut Musalmān nūnī or watched Muħammad Jamīl masturbate.
Muħammad Jamīl was standing in front of her, hands behind his back as she insisted on when she gave Muħammad Jamīl his reward.
Muħammad Jamīl gripped his asscheeks tight, spread them slightly.
She held Muħammad Jamīl’s little cut Musalmān nūnī just below the head in her right hand.
Al Ħafsah Al Nisār held it between her thumb and second finger.
Al Ħafsah Al Nisār ran the tip of her index finger around the head…ran it over the hole.
Muħammad Jamīl whispered, moaned.
She drove, made him crazy for her like this, Al Ħafsah Al Nisār knew it…
“Ah, that’s it…yes!” Muħammad Jamīl started to get hard.
She took his chastity tube off, tossed it to the floor; it sat on the floor next to her chair.
“Come on, baby. Muħammad Jamīl, I know you love this…and Muħammad Jamīl, I know you love me. Tell me.”
“I love you, I really do…” Muħammad Jamīl said through his tears.
Al Ħafsah Al Nisār smiled up at Muħammad Jamīl.
Five minutes ago Muħammad Jamīl was on his knees, facing the front door, naked with a pile of clothing roughly tossed into his mouth.
She was standing over Muħammad Jamīl, glaring down at him. Scolding Muħammad Jamīl for a jealous fit, yelling at him for questioning her.
“You fucked up little shit…do you want to leave??? Do you??? There’s the door, little boy. You and I both know that you’ll come back, that is if you have the balls to leave…begging me to take you back. Do you think another woman, any real woman, wants a little submissive like you? That little cut Musalmān nūnī of yours is no bargain, baby…do you think you could ever be so fucking lucky as to find another Mistress like me, one that know your sissy little perverse desires? Do you??!??”
Al Ħafsah Al Nisār slapped the side of Muħammad Jamīl’s bearded Musalmān face so hard Muħammad Jamīl cried out.
She kicked him on his buttocks with both of her feet nonstop, alternatively with her right and left foot, somewhat for one hour, mercilessly, scornfully.
She always kicked him thus with her feet nonstop until her wrath on him didn’t subside.
He always tried to kiss and lick her feet asking for her forgiveness until she kept him kicking scornfully, ruthlessly.
“Put your fucked up clothes on and leave!” She opened the door…anyone walking by could clearly see Muħammad Jamīl kneeling naked at the door…”Do it…fucked up, get out!!”
Al Ħafsah Al Nisār slapped Muħammad Jamīl again.
Muħammad Jamīl began to cry, sob heavily…started to beg her to forgive him, to please forgive him…
Muħammad Jamīl questioned her.
Asked her why she had to do whatever Durgesh wanted.
Muħammad Jamīl asked her why she now had not only to see Durgesh once or twice a week but now see Durgesh whenever else I wanted her too, why she had to see more Durgesh than just Muħammad Jamīl.
Muħammad Jamīl was so jealous he lost control.
Muħammad Jamīl asked why she had to go sometimes three four times a week.
She went to the closet, Muħammad Jamīl knew what she was going to do.
Muħammad Jamīl asked her not to do it.
He said he loved her and missed her when she was gone, worried about her.
She took the clothing out of the drawer, walked to the front door and threw them down on the floor.
Al Ħafsah Al Nisār screamed at Muħammad Jamīl to dress and leave, screamed so loud Muħammad Jamīl thought the neighbors could hear his extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī ardent Musalmān wife, Al Ħafsah Al Nisār.
Muħammad Jamīl knelt in front of the door, started to cry.
Tried to explain.
Al Ħafsah Al Nisār slapped Muħammad Jamīl, slapped Muħammad Jamīl hard.
Muħammad Jamīl broke down, cried so hard…begged her not to make him leave.
She walked to the reward chair, sat and watched Muħammad Jamīl sob.
“Muħammad Jamīl, I know this is very hard for you. That’s all part of it, baby. Muħammad Jamīl, I know you know that. And Muħammad Jamīl, I know you can handle it…it is our life. Tell me you know that.”
“I know that, Ma’am.”
“Good. I want to help you through this. It is important to me. I love you. I love what you are to me…for me. I’m going to help you with all of it. You know that. Come and stand for me. Come here, baby.” Al Ħafsah Al Nisār sat forward on the edge of her chair.
“That’s a good boy, that little cut Musalmān nūnī is standing up as best it can.” Al Ħafsah Al Nisār laughed.
“Muħammad Jamīl, J know that feels you real good. Let me do the real special thing for my baby…the special secret he doesn’t know about”, Al Ħafsah Al Nisār leaned forward…”Well?” She was inches from his semi erect little cut Musalmān nūnī…
“Please, please…oh…Please…do it, please Ma’am,…please,”
Al Ħafsah Al Nisār smiled up at Muħammad Jamīl, “Our sexy little secret, baby…”, and then put it into her mouth.
As Al Ħafsah Al Nisār sucked Muħammad Jamīl slowly Muħammad Jamīl closed his eyes, could feel the tears on his cheeks.
The pile of clothing still at the door…the front door Al Ħafsah Al Nisār pushed closed…standing in front of her now… Muħammad Jamīl started to cry again, softly…Al Ħafsah Al Nisār sucked Muħammad Jamīl to the point of complete erection…standing with his hands behind his back holding both cheeks of his rear open…the position she insisted on for reward time…naked in front of her, completely naked in her home, Al Ħafsah Al Nisār clothed…in control…Muħammad Jamīl never wanted to leave her, ever… Muħammad Jamīl wanted to please her…please her…
“If Durgesh knew I did this for you he’d be upset with me…and probably you too…you know he told me to never do this again for you…” she took her mouth off of Muħammad Jamīl, looked up at him as Al Ħafsah Al Nisār said it…”You really do have a cute little cut Musalmān nūnī, baby…like a little boy…I like that, small…Ammī likes that, can get the entire thing in my hand and all of it in my mouth if I want to. My Anant Muslimātchod Hindu boyfriend, Durgesh, is so much bigger, I don’t want to hurt my little man’s feelings. But Durgesh couldn’t even get his Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund all into my mouth. Durgesh can only get about half of his in my mouth…I hardly felt yours when I reward you like this.”…Al Ħafsah Al Nisār put Muħammad Jamīl back into her mouth…started pumping him slow, driving Muħammad Jamīl crazy, she had Muħammad Jamīl pushed all the way into her mouth, was pumping so slow, driving Muħammad Jamīl crazy…
The phone rang…
Al Ħafsah Al Nisār stopped immediately and stood.
Muħammad Jamīl looked at her, felt panic…felt like screaming…’please…don’t stop…please…’ as she walked to the dining room.
Al Ħafsah Al Nisār picked up the phone.
She giggled into it…it was me.
Al Ħafsah Al Nisār said something Muħammad Jamīl couldn’t understand that, then she turned toward Muħammad Jamīl.
“Baby, Muħammad Jamīl, I need you to be a good boy, pick up your clothes, put them back where they belong to, and then I think it would be very good idea if you spent some quiet time in the basement…thought about what happened with your lapse in attitude, your little tantrum. Don’t you? And put that little little cut Musalmān nūnī harness back on…we both know what you’ll do with it off.”
Al Ħafsah Al Nisār stood and stared at Muħammad Jamīl, watched as Muħammad Jamīl locked himself back into his chastity tube.
Muħammad Jamīl knew he could hear his extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī ardent Musalmān wife, Al Ħafsah Al Nisār, telling him to that…
“Yes Ma’am. Thank you, Ma’am.” As Muħammad Jamīl went to the door, bent to pick up his pants, shirt and shoes…the ‘outfit’ Muħammad Jamīl get if he walk out the door, the only thing Al Ħafsah Al Nisār said she’d let him take if he left.
Muħammad Jamīl heard his extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī ardent Musalmān wife, Al Ħafsah Al Nisār, talk to me, talk to me as if she belonged to me, talk to me as she wanted to see me right now…be Durgesh’s…Muħammad Jamīl heard his extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī ardent Musalmān wife, Al Ħafsah Al Nisār, say…
“Stop, you’re too cruel…I’m not going to say that to Muħammad Jamīl.”
Al Ħafsah Al Nisār laughed into the phone…turned to Muħammad Jamīl, looked at Muħammad Jamīl.
Muħammad Jamīl hurried to the basement door.
Heard his extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī ardent Musalmān wife, Al Ħafsah Al Nisār, say to me.
“You know, Durgesh, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu, I’ll do that for you. Tell her she could be a good girl…or a very bad one..” Al Ħafsah Al Nisār started to laugh. “I like it, set it up, baby. Tell her if she likes she can call me direct here at home to discuss details, give her my phone number. I have rather go to her hotel room, though, might scare me to see my little sissy crawling around here naked. Not all men as open minded as you, Durgesh darling.”
Muħammad Jamīl heard his extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī ardent Musalmān wife, Al Ħafsah Al Nisār, laugh into the phone again.
Muħammad Jamīl walked to the basement stairs, could hear his extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī ardent Musalmān wife, Al Ħafsah Al Nisār, talk to her Anant Muslimātchod Hindu lover, Durgesh,…all the way.
In the basement He could hear his extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī ardent Musalmān wife, Al Ħafsah Al Nisār’s, muffled talking on the telephone, through the floor, on his knees thinking about her…crying, thinking about almost losing her…thinking about his little cut Musalmān nūnī still being semi hard and wanting to cum, locked up in the chastity tube her Anant Muslimātchod Hindu lover, Durgesh, bought for Muħammad Jamīl…but not letting that happen without her permission.
Thinking about what she just did for Muħammad Jamīl, thinking about not losing his submissive edge, the attitude Al Ħafsah Al Nisār loved in him…thinking about being ashamed, embarrassed…about not being able to ever stop doing that…thinking about only wanting to please her, felt her hand reward him.
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